If eyes are the mirror of the soul
You will find in mine the scorn and apathy
You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book
You will see yourself as i see you

It is a mirror somber and opaque
Which protects me, which stifles me
A great ditch around the heart
Which rejects, which estranges me

There is a world in my head dead world where nothing
Lives
And it is there i am, too far
Far too far, to be rejoined

A crown of thorns is still a crown

I am a king in a kingdom of suffering
I have taken my time to reach this stage
I have taken pains to torture myself
To descend, to descend
Into pain, i exist
And if my brain is numbed
The thorn in my flesh
Can overcome apathy

There is a glory in humiliation
A throne to be taken, a crown to win

I have no more tears
And my smile has lost its brilliance
I have forgotten who i was
I have killed my emotions
Crushed, empty, weary
Always standing, i am a tree
Awaiting the lightning